20 Thursday Mar 2008
So, who out there keeps travel journals and which has been your most memorable trip?
19 Wednesday Mar 2008
[written at 12.30pm yesterday]
Writing to you from the top of a mountain somewhere in the Algarve. Was kidnapped picked-up today by Pipocas and her husband CHUCKY (who doesn’t like having his name mentioned on blogs – this is my revenge 😉 ) and driven up a very long and winding mountain road until I thought I was about to lose my brekky.
Nature all over the place. Meh.
Anyhow, just arrived in Cachopo (our destination for some reason) and next to the wee Museo Vivo – where they sell flax products and also show the flax-making process – I found this free internet access place! Interesting combination of high-tech inside with chickens pecking and clucking around outside the window.
Have no idea what the others are up to right now, but I know the Kidlet (P&C’s 4-year-old daughter) wants to have lunch soon so I’d better get going. I think we’re having wild boar.
Nog’s laptop can’t pick up the wifi connection at our inn, which is totally gorgeous and charming, btw, so I might not be around again till Thursday night.
Having a great time so far! Especially as we are being threatened with being taken over here for a cold beer after we get back to Tavira… 🙂
16 Sunday Mar 2008
Posted in holidays, life stuff, portugal, trips
When Pipocas and I went out for some much needed cold water after our Japanese luncheon the other day she mentioned that she was going to Tavira during Semana Santa with her husband and 4-year-old daughter and asked if Nog & I would like to come and hang out with them for a couple of days while they were there. And well, I’ve never been to the Algarve and Tavira is very close to the Spanish border (and also accessible by bus) so I started looking into this possibility . . .
15 Saturday Dec 2007
12 Wednesday Dec 2007
Posted in christmas, clothing, holidays, life stuff, retail therapy, trips
Will it be third time lucky???
As I mentioned on the travelling plans post, my friend Carmen has very generously offered to drive me to Gibraltar to buy underwear at Marks & Spencer, but the date has been moved up to this Saturday instead of the 22nd. And really, not a moment too soon given the very sad and sorry state of my knickers. Of course given my bad luck with having tried to get to this place twice in the past (mentioned here and here) I probably won’t believe it until I’m actually through passport control and walking through the M&S front doors on Saturday morning.
Anyhow, I’m getting quite excited and also plan to stock up on mince pies if they have any. And maybe a sweater or two. Oooh, and some socks. . .
casa azahar 